pretty baby, don't you know, times they are a changin'    every little moment we grow up we lose control    life's a loaded gun with no directions    and it keeps you on the run, it has no mercy    mum and daddy went to war, never coming back no more    did you ever think they'd make you whole again    maybe someone dropped a bomb    just right into the middle of your soul-they're in control    you got to get out of control again - no more control again    you're getting whole again - ain't no control again    you got to get out of control    20th century honey bee, what you're doing is what you'll be    life's no dress rehearsal when you bring the honey in    everything seems wrong to thee    nurtured from the poison of reality that has no mercy    all your friends went for the thrill, now it's yours to grab the kill    did you ever think you're getting whole again    maybe someone send a priest with some religion cooking in a bowl    they're in control    you got to get out of control again...    what's the fucking thing about control, did you think you'd ever getting whole    just as long as there is no control, they have no control of you at all